Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Robert Frost Poems

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121. The Line-Gang 1/13/2003
122. The Lockless Door 1/3/2003
123. The Master Speed 9/14/2013
124. The Most Of It 12/17/2014
125. The Mountain 3/29/2010
126. The Need Of Being Versed In Country Things 1/3/2003
127. The Objection To Being Stepped On 3/29/2010
128. The Oft-Repeated Dream 3/30/2010
129. The Onset 1/8/2015
130. The Oven Bird 1/3/2003
131. The Pasture 1/3/2003
132. The Peaceful Shepherd 12/4/2014
133. The Road Not Taken 1/3/2003
134. The Rose Family 1/3/2003
135. The Secret Sits 1/3/2003
136. The Silken Tent 1/3/2003
137. The Soldier 1/3/2003
138. The Sound Of Trees 1/3/2003
139. The Span Of Life 1/13/2003
140. The Star Splitter 1/3/2003
141. The Telephone 1/13/2003
142. The Trial By Existence 1/13/2003
143. The Tuft Of Flowers 1/3/2003
144. The Vanishing Red 1/13/2003
145. The Vantage Point 1/13/2003
146. The Wood-Pile 1/3/2003
147. They Were Welcome To Their Belief 1/3/2003
148. To E.T. 1/3/2003
149. To Earthward 1/3/2003
150. To The Thawing Wind 1/13/2003
151. Tree At My Window 1/3/2003
152. Two Look At Two 1/3/2003
153. Two Tramps In Mud Time 1/3/2003
154. Unharvested 3/8/2011
155. Waiting -- Afield At Dusk 3/29/2010
156. What Fifty Said.. 3/29/2010
157. Wind And Window Flower 3/29/2010
Best Poem of Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come ...

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All crying, 'We will go with you, O Wind!'
The foliage follow him, leaf and stem;
But a sleep oppresses them as they go,
And they end by bidding them as they go,
And they end by bidding him stay with them.

Since ever they flung abroad in spring
The leaves had promised themselves this flight,
Who now would fain seek sheltering wall,

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